Semi was a poor man, but a loving man was he

He ripped his hands up in the (sugar) cane field just to feed his family

(always) said he'd do anything for his house of three

But oh my darling Semi how could you not know the penalty

Dark brown skin boils under the sun

Just another routine run for the man we call Semi

Hard to understand where he's coming from

Never had it all

So don't try to test his steez

Working hard to feed his seeds

To grow up to be living away from poverty

And bask in some luxury, like you and me

When we all heard the news of what happened late that day

That my friend Semi's hands were faster than his legs

Semi's grieving son asks for daddy as he cries

When big old boss man shot poor Semi, he didn't bat an eye

Click click bang bang in the back from the man who gots stacks who never asked or never figured

Was he a family man? or just kept his finger on the trigger!

Born and raised in the mother land just trying to play his part, from the start shooting for a star

But, little did he know, he had the galaxy up in his heart

Take a double shift for a certain

Body strung out, feet killing back hurting

Busting your ass, make your fingers real raw

Hardest man a boy, boy ever saw

Labeled a bad man for the quick hand

Crime in his pocket never had a chance to ran

No more family tree for the man call Semi

Shot down by The Man, and his greed